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8/10. Ghost Of You Lingers, 7 Aug 2007
Although Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga finds Spoon moving further away from their punk beginnings and broadening their sonic pallet, it is arguably their most accessible record yet. While 'The Ghost of You Lingers' registers one of their most experimental album tracks so far, a masterpiece of lo-fi minimalism (further leftfield than 'Kill the Moonlight's peerless 'Paper Tiger'), tracks like 'You Got Yr Cherry Bomb' and 'Underdog' are spangled pop bedecked with chimes and trombones. This occasional (bitter) sweetness adds respite to the noirish nocturnal moods carried over from Gimme Fiction, prevalent here in some inspired studio touches. The electronic embellishments hover ghost-like over much of the music, sometimes subverting Daniels' melodic thrust, sometimes underlining it. As on Gimme Fiction these moods are patient but pervasive, rewarding repeated listens.
'Don't Make Me A Target' is as rugged as the album gets, with Britt Daniels repeating the title refrain with his trademark bluesy rasp. Not exactly a mission statement, this is an inconspicuous opener from a band who have produced many songs of this ilk and are (to use a Blairism) better when they're boldest. 'Ghost Of You Lingers' flips the script entirely with three minutes of unfulfilled tensions and eerie ambience. Building on a Philip Glass style piano loop and spectral vocals shifting from speaker to speaker it seems primed, improbably, to turn into something Underworld might write. However, when it suddenly ends, its tensions unresolved, the lingering, haunting mood of its title pervades.
'You Got Yr Cherry Bomb' works a brass section and Phil Spector-patented chimes into its achingly bittersweet pop; a trick repeated on 'Underdog', an attack on mediocrity. The breezy effortlessness of these tracks belies their taut perfectionism; Spoon's apparent simplicity is a deception. The melody of 'Don't You Ever' swirls around a dubby bassline and an insistent nightime groove that continues into 'Rythmn and Soul', which features some lovely deep-slung guitar.
'My Little Japanese Cigarette Case' is a noirish conceit embellished with some oriental guitar that sounds like it could be drifting out of a brothel. Furthermore 'Finer Feelings' adds an unlikely reggae flavour to its bittersweet melodies, drifting in dubby expansiveness where other bands put a guitar solo. There is an loose, unhurried feel to these songs which unravel as mood pieces rather than typical verse-chorus-verse song structures.
The limited edition includes an additional bonus CD of studio outtakes and doodles which aren't enormously diverting bar an inspired mix of Gimme Fiction's brilliant 'I Summon You', stripped down to bleak Portishead-style trip hop. It's a shame it's only a snippet. Spoon are an album band for whom the term 'grower' could easily have been invented. Another beguiling, subtle mini-masterpiece to savour - a lean 38 minutes which belies the expansive moodiness within.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
The ghost of you lingers, 3 Aug 2007
Warning: Spoon have changed their sound, and made it poppier. If that fills you with dread, flee to the fire exits.
And their latest album "Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga" (a little dada homage) is Spoon trying out some new styles for their music. It's crammed crammed with more uptempo, energetic melodies, played on the bones of the band's tightly-wound, grimy rock'n'roll and darkly elusive lyrics. It's not a masterpiece, but it's not merely a rock band "going pop."
It kicks off with the tight, grimy riffs and thumping piano, with Britt Daniel murmuring, "Here come the man from the stars/we don't know why he go so far/and keep on marching along/beating his drum." It has a political vibe, without being too blatant about it ("When you reach back in his mind/feels like he's breaking the law...").
Okay. Now the experimentation begins, with percussive piano and Daniels' murmuring, echoing voice, like a ghost stuck inside a piano. And it's followed by the lush horn-and-piano rocker "You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb," which seems to be straddling the line between "fun and catchy" and "raw."
From there, they do some distinctly different spins on their usual raw rock'n'roll, which usually turn out pretty catchy -- tightly-wound guitar pop splashed with horns, rough-edged ballads, blazing dancey rock tunes, the grimy funky "Eddie's Ragga," a rattling acoustic rocker, and some raw powerpop flavoured with Hammond.
To be honest, the news that Spoon was trying out a "new" sound was enough to make me hop around in a panic. Well, I shouldn't have done that. While "Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga" is not a rock masterpiece on the level of "Gimme Fiction," the Austin band does an excellent job of dressing up their trademark sound with some new flourishes.
At heart, not much has actually changed -- Daniel provides the music with tight, grimy, sinewy guitar riffs, which form the core of almost every song, and some subtle, solid bass and wonderfully sharp drums. They form intense, complex melodies that grow stronger and more complex as each song proceeds.
But the music is bouncier and more colourful. The spare rock tunes are flavoured with Spanish guitar, shimmering Hammond organ, distorted voices, harp, haunting synth and horns -- some used sparingly, some in every other song. And Eric Harvey drapes a few of the songs in haunting, strong piano melodies -- particularly when he plays it like percussion.
Daniel's voice is rough and a bit scratchy most of the time; it's surprising that he's able to sound so peppy, considering that the songs hint at political strife, drug use, loneliness and heartache, and a girlfriend compared to a cherry bomb. Always hinted, never obvious ("The ghost of you lingers/Put on a clinic till we hit the wall... I had a nightmare nothing could be put back together").
Spoon take their sinewy rock'n'roll, and dress it up in colourful, rich clothing -- very different from their past sound, but "Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga" will grow on you.
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3 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
The Ghost of you Lingers, 14 Sep 2007
Although Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga finds Spoon moving further away from their punk beginnings and broadening their sonic pallet, it is arguably their most accessible record yet. While 'The Ghost of You Lingers' registers one of their most experimental album tracks so far, a masterpiece of lo-fi minimalism (further leftfield than 'Kill the Moonlight's peerless 'Paper Tiger'), tracks like 'You Got Yr Cherry Bomb' and 'Underdog' are spangled pop bedecked with chimes and trombones. This occasional (bitter) sweetness adds respite to the noirish nocturnal moods carried over from Gimme Fiction, prevalent here in some inspired studio touches. The electronic embellishments hover ghost-like over much of the music, sometimes subverting Daniels' melodic thrust, sometimes underlining it. As on Gimme Fiction these moods are patient but pervasive, rewarding repeated listens.
'Don't Make Me A Target' is as rugged as the album gets, with Britt Daniels repeating the title refrain with his trademark bluesy rasp. Not exactly a mission statement, this is an inconspicuous opener from a band who have produced many songs of this ilk and are (to use a Blairism) better when they're boldest. 'Ghost Of You Lingers' flips the script entirely with three minutes of unfulfilled tensions and eerie ambience. Building on a Philip Glass style piano loop and spectral vocals shifting from speaker to speaker it seems primed, improbably, to turn into something Underworld might write. However, when it suddenly ends, its tensions unresolved, the lingering, haunting mood of its title pervades.
'You Got Yr Cherry Bomb' works a brass section and Phil Spector-patented chimes into its achingly bittersweet pop; a trick repeated on 'Underdog', an attack on mediocrity. The breezy effortlessness of these tracks belies their taut perfectionism; Spoon's apparent simplicity is a deception. The melody of 'Don't You Ever' swirls around a dubby bassline and an insistent nightime groove that continues into 'Rythmn and Soul', which features some lovely deep-slung guitar.
'My Little Japanese Cigarette Case' is a noirish conceit embellished with some oriental guitar that sounds like it could be drifting out of a brothel. Furthermore 'Finer Feelings' adds an unlikely reggae flavour to its bittersweet melodies, drifting in dubby expansiveness where other bands put a guitar solo. There is an loose, unhurried feel to these songs which unravel as mood pieces rather than typical verse-chorus-verse song structures.
The limited edition includes an additional bonus CD of studio outtakes and doodles which aren't enormously diverting bar an inspired mix of Gimme Fiction's brilliant 'I Summon You', stripped down to bleak Portishead-style trip hop. It's a shame it's only a snippet. Spoon are an album band for whom the term 'grower' could easily have been invented. Another beguiling, subtle mini-masterpiece to savour - a lean 38 minutes which belies the expansive moodiness within.
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